This evening a friend who is participating in National Novel Writing Month asked for some prompts to help them along while writing today.
Someone wrote this: “Mismatched buttons sliding around the bottom of the underwear drawer.”
My mother used to have a plastic ice cream container of buttons. I have no idea where they all came from; I assume years of extraneous buttons collected from clothes or the bottom of the washing machine.
It sparked this piece of twitter fiction:
He scooped a handful of mismatched buttons & let them scatter on the table into a random alphabet of hand-me-downs, wishing for his own.